“Hello, lady’s shoes. It is a pleasure to meet you—toes to toes. I have no idea where my guy is taking us. How about you?”

“Afternoon, gent’s shoes. I am also without input regarding where this rendezvous is headed next. I think my gal is currently paused in an oeillade with her hoping-soon-to-be amoret.”

“Hmmm. I guess it matters not where we go as long as it does not snow or rain. I had a cousin whose Russian dragged him through thermokarst once. He so wanted to give his owner the boot.”

“Yeah, yeah. Leggers can be so silly sometimes. Once, I heard a story of some heels who were off-kicked during a rehearsal’s prothalamion because some chickadees kept chirping along.”

“Oy vey. Well, it has been nice chatting for a few with you. If this all works, I hope they place us in the same space, where we can continue storying.”

“Ha! Same! My girl is a stickler for setting, not tossing, so it should be cool. Let us hope they will keep talking so that we can do the same with our tongues.” ; )